Jax Teller Haircut Novels & Stories

Water dripped from his hair as he stalked closer to Elias, who was still rinsing shampoo from his dark strands. “Nice mark you got there, princess,” Jax drawled, voice low and dripping with mockery. “What is that? Some kind of fairy tattoo? Or did Mommy and Daddy get you a little gay pride stamp on your ass?” Elias stiffened under the water. He turned slowly, eyes narrowing as he met Jax’s gaze. Water streamed down his lean, toned body—elegant muscle from years of precise control, not the bulk of a hockey player. “Excuse me?”

'Tara says, “Just give me two hours, I will be back,” Zack says, and he steps out of the house with his jeep keys and drove to a beauty salon where he plaits his hair and trim his beard, and came home with his long plait hair well arranged and packed, and he asked, “babe, how do I look like?“ Zack asked, “I can't describe oh, please let me be” 'Tara retorted, and he made a gesture of him and laughed,

“Nana is still on the market and she will be out for a while. That’s for sure!” Lirah stares at the girl once again. But this time, she acknowledges her presence and observes her. “W-who are you?” “I am Joanne…” the girl said after taking a step toward her direction. Joanne has this weird black makeup under her eyes which she couldn’t imagine would suit anyone but her only. “Ah, this?” she asks while pointing to her hair. “This is called wolf cut. This haircut is popular nowadays, so I tried it!” Joanne has this weird ash blonde in several strands of her hair, the perfect upward eyebrows suit her well, she also has double eyelids and a little fat chin, which makes her cute even if she has th

she said. "I don't think he's ever cared," Sophie said, reaching to open a drawer below her dresser. "Tell them we'll be right down, Mom. We just have to make some finishing touches." Finishing touches take twenty minutes when Sophie handles them. We went down the stairs to find Jax and Zharn standing there, looking effortlessly cool. Jax’s black bomber jacket and fitted dark gray T-shirt barely masked his broad shoulders, the black ripped jeans completing his usual rugged yet put-together style. We are matching. A silver chain peeked from under his shirt, and his whiskey-colored eyes flickered over my outfit. I felt naked.

He wasn't even dressed properly, when he heard the doorbell ring. “That was fast” he said to himself before quickly finishing up what he was doing. Xavier rushed to the door, he took in a deep breath before opening it up. He could see Tyler, he was dressed in a white inner shirt, a blue jean jacket and black Jean, his hair was also styled, which made him look more handsome than his usual hair style, he also had a black pair of sneaker on. “Wow, you look great” Xavier spoke “Thank you and you look beautiful” he complimented.

"That's a nice mullet. Let's wash your hair first." Since they were speaking French, Christina translated: "Elijah, lie down on that couch and get your hair washed first. After that, they'll give you a trim." Elijah nodded and lay down on the couch. The hairdresser turned on the hot water, and after washing his hair, gave Elijah a fresh cut. Christina watched from the side, and as she saw Elijah's new look, a smile appeared at the corner of her eyes. "Elijah, you look even more handsome after the haircut."

I called out, but no response. When I got to a few feet from where Xander and the girl were standing, Xander looked a bit younger, his hair, which had once flowed generously, was now trimmed in a mid-part haircut, displaying a shorter and neater style than before." I waved at him, but they were deep in conversation, not paying a single attention towards me. “I know we’re still young, but I can’t leave you here,” I heard Xander tell the girl whose face was still mysterious. All I could see was her back and blonde hair that fell to her mid-back.

It thudded against the baseboard, leaving a scuff mark she’d probably have to deal with later. Jax Harlan, 28, didn’t even flinch. He lounged on the couch like he owned the entire damn building—shirtless, grey sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips, revealing those deep V-lines that carved down toward his groin. Tall and powerfully built, with messy dark hair that always looked freshly fucked, a sharp jawline shadowed by stubble, and piercing hazel eyes that never failed to look like he was mentally undressing her while mocking her existence. He smirked, scrolling lazily on his phone. “It’s called a living room, princess. Not your personal yoga studio. Maybe try not hogging every flat

Now I was not an expert, hence the reason why I was unable to decipher exactly what it meant. It's just that my skin prickled, and my pores rose. Nevertheless, it quickly moved to the back of my mind when, as soon as Dr. White and Sheila left. I turned to Jada, still sitting at the side of the bed, and whispered, "He is HOTT." Needing to get that out and surely get Jada's opinion of him. "Yea, he is alright," Jada admits, "and I noticed he got a haircut, his barber marked and shaded him to perfection, even had his edges looking fresh and crisp." She shrugs, "Seems as though he was preparing himself to get into more panties."

Andrea Jax is stunning. Her hair is raven black, high cheekbones and brown eyes that look like melted chocolate. She’s slender, and tall. Just like Elizabeth Jax. “By the way you’re tensed, it’s either you know what your dad did to me, or you’re terrified of my mental health condition,” she says. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to stab you.” I flinch. “N-no. I don’t think you’re going to-to stab me. I’m sorry if I’m giving that kind of—”